Jon blinked. He was still standing exactly where he was. He still had a cell phone in his hand. But it wasn't his cell phone. In fact, it was a much nicer cell phone. Organizer, keypad...
Maybe someone else's life meant he had someone else's fate, but was still himself. Certainly, being better off wasn't a bad thing. He headed home, but when he got there, his key didn't work in the lock.
He rang the doorbell. After a few minutes, the door opened. It was Sarah McMillan. She frowned. "I know you...you go to my school. Jon...something. What are you doing here?"
